This is the view from the back of a float I was on during our local Mardi Gras parade. Not quite New Orleans style but in my little town, we try to have fun whenever possible. Speaking of fun, enjoy this excerpt from my work-in-progress, book two in the Nocturne series. Then join other authors in the Paranormal Love Wednesday hop right here: http://paranormallovewednesdays.blogspot.com/

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"A little more, bend a little more, now spread your legs, wider, that's it, lift your hips, right there. It feels good, doesn't it?" Genevieve moaned. No, it didn't feel good, it felt like she was on a medieval torture device. She already regretted letting Morgan talk her into this early morning class with Sally, co-owner of the local Down to Earth Diner. It will be fun, Morgan said. It will give us energy, she said. The only thing going to happen was a torn hamstring is she didn't stop contorting her body into these ridiculous positions. And participating in a class called Sally's Super Sex Yoga? What had she been thinking? "You're looking good, ladies. Feel the energy rising from the Earth, filling your body and soul. Move it through you, let it work its magic." A quick look around at the faces of the other women led Gen to believe, not so much magic energy as sweat flowing. Moisture beaded many brows and most every participant's face wore a grimace. If this sadistic woman did not end the class soon, there would be a mutiny right here in the YMCA of Nocturne. As if reading Genevieve's mind, Sally clapped her hands gently.